Tears blurred the Somme below the bridge. Leg over the rail. Then Victor’s voice. ‘Julien, not tonight.’ Director of the Campanile. Always there when I play suicidal. He grabs my arm. Pulls me back. ‘Pot at the hotel. Now.’ We walk. Silent streets of Amiens. University ghosts around us.
Lobby glows yellow. Night desk empty. Victor nods to the bar. ‘Dominique’s upstairs. Asleep.’ His short hair, masculine jaw. Wife’s the star in Courrier Picard. Perfect couple. I sip whiskey. Spill it all. Marianne naked. On Aurélien’s lap. ‘He’s my love.’ Door slams behind me.
The Contact
Victor listens. Hand on mine. Heat rises. Hallway beckons. Dim. Carpet muffles steps. But floorboards creak anyway. Window to the alley. Shadows of late-night smokers. He stops. Turns. Breath hot on my neck. ‘You need this.’ Eyes lock. My cock twitches. Risk pulses. Staff could pass. Her door above.
I nod. He pushes a service door. Storage room. Threshold crossed. Heart hammers. Lock clicks soft.
Inside, stale air. Cot in corner. He shoves me against wall. Lips crash. Rough. Whiskey tongue. Hands rip shirt. Nipples pinched hard. I gasp. ‘Quiet,’ he hisses. Fingers fumble belt. Zipper rasps loud. Too loud. His cock springs free. Thick. Veiny. Pre-cum beads. I drop. Knees hit concrete. Suck deep. Gagging whispers. Saliva drips. He groans low. Hand in hair. Thrusts shallow.
Fear spikes. Voices in hall? Footsteps? We freeze. Nothing. He pulls me up. Spins. Pants down. Ass exposed. Cold air bites. Lube from pocket. Slick finger probes. Burns. Then two. Scissoring. I bite lip. Blood taste. ‘Fuck me,’ I whisper. Beg.
The Indiscretion
He does. Raw head presses. Stretches. Inch by inch. Pain blooms. Pleasure chases. Balls slap soft. Muffled. Bedframe—no, cot—creaks rhythmically. Light filters under door. Yellow stripe dances. His wife could wake. Check on him. Staff round. Neighborhood knows their bed.
Sweat slicks skin. His grunts in ear. ‘Tight hole.’ Dirty words fuel. I clench. Stroke myself. Fast. Edge. Moans escape. Hand over mouth. His. Peeking through blinds. Car headlights sweep. Someone walks by? Freeze again. Cock throbs inside. Thrill electric.
He speeds. Pounds. Prostate hit. Stars burst. Cum first. Splatter floor. Sticky. He follows. Floods deep. Hot jets. Pulls out. Drip down thigh. Panting. Silent now.
He zips. Wipes. ‘Go.’ Door cracks. Hall empty. I slip out. Pants wet. Heart thuds wild. Stairs up? No, down. Cross a maid. Yawns. Eyes my flush. Smirks? Knows? Secret burns sweet. Back to streets. Somme whispers. No jump tonight. Just ache. Fulfilled. Marianne who? Victor’s cum leaks. Reminder. Neighborhood sleeps. I transgressed. Close. So close.